Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 33

Chapter 33

Kallias' grip is a fucking vice.

I thrash, kick, claw at anything I can reach, but his hold doesn't loosen. He carries me like I'm a goddamn sack of potatoes, my stomach pressing against his shoulder as he strides through the packhouse halls. My vision is still spinning from being torn away from Enoch, but it doesn't stop the rage burning in my gut.

"Put me the fuck down!" I thrash, my fists hammering against his spine. I don't care that people are watching, that whispers are bleeding into the hallway like a gas leak,

"Is that the Omega?"

"Why is Kallias carrying her?"

"This is unacceptable,"

Oh, eat shit.

I twist, smacking a fist against Kallias' back-solid, unfortunately. Not as muscled as Enoch's, though. Enoch, who also once carried me like this, but not out of some twisted sense of control-no, he was dragging me away from danger. I hit Kallias again, harder, and he growls in warning.

"I swear to the fucking Moon Goddess, Kallias, if you don't put me down, I will puke all over your back."

"Why the fuck are you like this?!" I snarl, digging my nails into his back.

"You're not going back to that dungeon." His voice is clipped, hard, like he's holding back something. "Not after what I just saw,"

"What you just saw?" I snap. "What you saw was me trying to wake Enoch up before you ripped me away! You-"

A familiar voice cuts in, dripping in faux concern.

"What's going on here?"

Just as Kallias reaches the staircase-Seraphina steps in front of us, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her arms.

"What the hell is going on?" she demands, voice sweet like poison.

Kallias doesn't slow down. "Not now, Seraphina."

Her eyes dart to me, hanging upside down like a possessed bat, and something

ugly twists in her expression. "You're Carrying her?"

Kallias' wolf pulses beneath his voice, "Move."

For once in her miserable life, she listens.

Kallias continues up the stairs, each step jostling my ribs against his shoulder, until we reach his room. Then, he throws me.

Literally.

I hit his mattress with a bounce, gasping as I scramble upright.

I don't hesitate. I leap off the bed and make a break for it-only for his arm to slam

against the doorfram ting off my

escape..

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Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

"I already accepted your rejection," I snap, glaring up at him. "Whatever fucking bond we had? It's gone. There is nothing tying me to you anymore, and you sure as hell have no right to-"

"The bond doesn't matter," he growls. "The Goddess still chose us❞

same Goddess who let you fuck Seraphina six

I see it-the flicker

he says, voice firm. "Not until I say

I stare at him.

when your

closer, incredulous. "You're fucking

turns,

him. "Don't you

in my face. The

I stand there, seething.

Punch something. Throw his stupid, overpriced

out the

Speaking of windows-

whirl, stalking toward

scanning the room.

Fifth floor.

That's

My stomach twists.

in my

get the fuck out of

Knocking once, I lean close, voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Hey,

snorting at my pathetic excuse. "There's a bathroom in every master

widen my eyes, pretending to look horrified. "I think

them

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Silence,

the door. "I

More silence.

Alright. Plan B.

if maybe the verse wants to do wasid & don't

Plan C?

eyes landing

Not ideal. But I'll be damned if I let

to the window, pressing my hands against the

wow seeds, synas

within reach.

I exhale, steadying myself,

Fuck it,

I'm climbing down.

***

Three hours,

precious clothes together, twisting them to a makeshifrore sunty enough to hold my weight. I might be an Omega, but I refuse to die looking like a fucking

I survive this, it's going in my

the rope is finally long enough. Or at least, I hope it is. It's not like

There is no part of me that is prepared to dangle stories

the door are still whining

here while everyone else gets to watch," one of them

other huffs. "Alpha son's

"Yeah, yeah. Still bullshit."

They're too busy bitching to notice

swaying slightly in the breeze. My stomach twists. Heights and I?

ell wasn't built for

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